When will you marry me?
That's the only question." "Never--if you go on making me feel only as I feel at present." "What do I gain then by not trying to make you feel otherwise ?" "You'll gain quite as much as by worrying me to death!" Caspar Goodwood bent his eyes again and gazed a while into the crown of his hat.

A deep flush overspread his face; she could see her sharpness had at last penetrated.

This immediately had a value--classic, romantic, redeeming, what did she know?
for her; "the strong man in pain" was one of the categories of the human appeal, little charm as he might exert in the given case.

"Why do you make me say such things to you ?" she cried in a trembling voice.

"I only want to be gentle--to be thoroughly kind.